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Aug. 30th, 2004 02:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elucrehJob-hunting is the terror of the gods.
Except that they are gods, and can put things like "omnipotence" on their resumes.
Also, they are rarely fired.
Perhaps it is only the terror of mortal beings like me.
But I am terrified. I've been doing it all morning.
In other news, I spent the weekend dutifully watching Sakura. Here is the result: I still don't think much of Anime as an art form, but I will admit that the story actually managed to be intriguing by the end, and that I became fiercely attached to one of the characters. Before he turned out on the side of the angels, thank you. Therefore, I pronounce the series mediocre...not horrible, perfectly tolerable, but certainly not something I would bother ordering off E-Bay.
And my baby boy deserves to be something more than an Anime character. *snuggles Syoran*
Mostly it was amusing because of the (no less than three) incestuous pseudo-stalker relationships. Nobody seemed to have any trouble with having undying romantic love for their cousins, and there was a positively abnormal amount of videotaping people. I found that part highly amusing, but then I am twisted. And the main love interest throughout the whole thing was so sensitive and sweet that I was sure he would turn out to be gay, and then it turned out that he was a supernatural being so I thought, well, that explains it, and then he turned out to be gay after all...*clutches head*
Gram is gone. She died Saturday morning...two days after it was expected. The funeral should be Wednesday or Thursday, giving her twenty-something grandchildren and however many of her seventy-something great-grandchildren as can make it time to get here.
I'm still mostly in my uncomprehending state that--I've discovered in the last year and a half--is always my first reaction to death. Either something will happen to snap me into reality or when I see her at the funeral it'll hit me. For now...I'm a little sad, but mostly it's not real.
Thanks to all of you for your support and sympathy.
Except that they are gods, and can put things like "omnipotence" on their resumes.
Also, they are rarely fired.
Perhaps it is only the terror of mortal beings like me.
But I am terrified. I've been doing it all morning.
In other news, I spent the weekend dutifully watching Sakura. Here is the result: I still don't think much of Anime as an art form, but I will admit that the story actually managed to be intriguing by the end, and that I became fiercely attached to one of the characters. Before he turned out on the side of the angels, thank you. Therefore, I pronounce the series mediocre...not horrible, perfectly tolerable, but certainly not something I would bother ordering off E-Bay.
And my baby boy deserves to be something more than an Anime character. *snuggles Syoran*
Mostly it was amusing because of the (no less than three) incestuous pseudo-stalker relationships. Nobody seemed to have any trouble with having undying romantic love for their cousins, and there was a positively abnormal amount of videotaping people. I found that part highly amusing, but then I am twisted. And the main love interest throughout the whole thing was so sensitive and sweet that I was sure he would turn out to be gay, and then it turned out that he was a supernatural being so I thought, well, that explains it, and then he turned out to be gay after all...*clutches head*
Gram is gone. She died Saturday morning...two days after it was expected. The funeral should be Wednesday or Thursday, giving her twenty-something grandchildren and however many of her seventy-something great-grandchildren as can make it time to get here.
I'm still mostly in my uncomprehending state that--I've discovered in the last year and a half--is always my first reaction to death. Either something will happen to snap me into reality or when I see her at the funeral it'll hit me. For now...I'm a little sad, but mostly it's not real.
Thanks to all of you for your support and sympathy.